Opening Lyrics | Song |
You're not supposed to say the word 'cancer' in a song | |
I knew a man that once was a sinner | |
She doesn't dare go in the place with those bruises on her face | |
Baby's born in the middle of the night, local delivery room | |
We didn't care if people stared | |
I've got a '69 Camaro, a Ram Jet 502 | |
I'm a sucker for fine Cuban cigars | |
When I was ten years old, I remember thinking how cool it would be | |
They read the scripture, they passed the plate | |
I said a bad word when I was a kid | |
You may think I'm wrong for you, and you're wrong for me | |
You used to say you wanted someone | |
Every time you take a sip in this smoky atmosphere | |
When you (title) in some far-off place | |
Love starts with a (title) | |
She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette | |
Kevin wasn't really all that popular in school | |
Rush-hour traffic always puts me in a bad mood | |
On my fifth birthday, I got so upset | |
(Title), on the far side of the sky | |
Christine waits on tables at Clarabelle's Cafe | |
Well I'll never forget the first time that I heard | |
To the man that waited on me at the Starbucks down on Main | |
Well I won two dollars on a scratch-off ticket | |
With seven billion people in this world | |
We work in the factories and the field | |
When your wheelhouse is the land of cotton | |
So you've ruffled some feathers, yeah you've done it now | |
I never knew how people wound up in a bar | |
If she was a drink, she'd be single-barrel bourbon on ice | |
You were a pain girl, a thorn in my side | |
| Opening Lyrics | Song |
(Title) thanks to me and my big mouth | |
Inflatable pool, full of dad's hot air | |
(Title) died at 11:09 | |
Empty house, empty rooms, empty bottle of Patron | |
I could've been workin' overtime | |
You know I'm stubborn, set in my ways | |
Darlin', I've been standin' here just watchin' you all night | |
Thirty-six, thirty-two, blue-cut, with a Skoal ring | |
She's a yellow pair of running shoes | |
To the teller down at the bank | |
That sleepy little campfire, popped and kinda crackled | |
On a hill far away stood an (title) | |
I sure could use an 'atta boy' or a big ol' high-five | |
You sure got a real nice place | |
I remember working on a rooftop | |
I called to say I'm workin' late tonight | |
He yelled out from the back row | |
My buddy, Blake, was all-state with dreams of the NFL | |
When a single mom goes out a date with somebody new | |
Hey, hey, (title) | |
After the breakup, I really thought we'd make up | |
I'm sittin' on the fender of someone else's truck | |
I never was a straight-laced, straight-A student | |
Seasons come and seasons go | |
I filled up two shopping carts late last night | |
When you see a deer, you see Bambi | |
Had the time of my life before I could see | |
I remember tryin' not to stare the night that I first met you | |
Yesterday I thought that I was low as I could get | |
When a freight train jumps off the track and rolls down my road | |
Headlights on the ceiling as she pulls into the drive | |
| Opening Lyrics | Song |
Well I love her, but I love to fish | |
Like the Ferris wheel goes around and around | |
There ain't nothin' I would rather see | |
I remember saying, 'I don't care either way,' | |
She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans | |
Sittin' on a bench in West Town Mall | |
Someday, I'm gonna be famous | |
I work down at the Pizza Pit, and I drive an old Hyundai | |
I can make anybody pretty | |
Page three of the County Tribune | |
Bomb goes off in a far-off city | |
We cut the cake, everybody danced | |
She's got Brazilian leather boots on the pedal of her German car | |
I've been waitin' all week for Saturday night | |
Every day I clock out and head straight to her house | |
I like kickin' back on the sofa | |
I still can remember when Grandpa died and our ship came in | |
How do we honor those who have fallen and died for this dream? | |
(Title), just see how it feels | |
When I looked out today and saw that the sky was gray | |
She's got the focus, she's got the time | |
Strong like a mother holds her child | |
I talked to my sister in Memphis | |
There's an old Kodak camera in my dresser drawer | |
Now, there are men who make history | |
The bar was empty, I was sweepin' up the floor | |
(Title), like it's raining at mine | |
Oh yeah, sure, no problem | |
If I could write a (title) | |
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